Disclaimer: I do not own the character's of Zelda.
Author's Note: Ok, here's the next chapter. I hope that it's better than the last one. It has a little bit more to it, but the fighting will be in the next chapter. Right now I'm just trying to give background info. I'd like to remind everyone that this is my first fic and I'll probably get better at writing the more I do it. Hey, practice makes perfect right? Please RR. And I would like to think the people who reviewed the last story. Oh, wait, nobody did. Oh well, at least I can say that I don't have any flames yet.
It is time to awaken young one.
The voice was loud and commanding as it boomed in the mind of the young seven-year old boy. He felt warm and safe in his nice little cocoon and did not wish to awaken, but, suddenly, the warm cocoon was peeled away and the boy was left lying on the ground. He looked up, and saw that he was inside of…..something. It was a large, oval room with wooden walls and the only light came from far above him. The light was dim and had a greenish tint. He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him. He could, however, see that there were many other empty cocoons the same size along the walls and they looked as if something had been inside them recently. As he looked around, a white light suddenly penetrated the dim, green light around him and he saw an opening in the wall. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a long vine began to push him toward the opening. He walked toward it willingly, but then he felt something. Another hand had slipped into his hand. He turned to look, but the opening was so bright that his still-adjusting eyes could not make out who, or what, had grabbed his hand.
As he walked outside, he could see that he was in a clearing of a forest of some type. There were children his age all around the clearing who were gazing at him. He then looked beside him and he now saw that a girl was holding his hand. She had reddish-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin was light with a gentle dusting of freckles and she had full pink lips. At the moment, she was looking around the clearing with a look of excitement and anticipation of her small face.
"These two are the last to be born," the voice was the same as the one the boy had heard earlier, but this time it was not in his head, but behind him.
The boy and the girl turned around quickly, startled by the loud voice. A large tree seemed to be talking to them. Is that what I just came out of, the boy thought suddenly.
The tree smiled as he looked over the two new children. "Do not be afraid. I am the Great Deku Tree, and I have given you life. You are the children of the forest, the Kokori, and as such are born with all the abilities you will need to live in a place as wild and dangerous as the forest.
The boy flexed his arm. Born with the abilities that we need to survive? As in what? We can walk, talk, and eat, but what other abilities?
"You, my son," a vine gently touched the young boy on the shoulder as he looked at the Deku Tree with awe. "You shall be called Link, and, since you are a boy, you are to be given this." The Deku Tree's vine handed the boy, Link, a small, sharp sword. It had a bronze and gold hilt with a small green stone embedded in it. The blade was blue with ripples in the iron, showing that it was well made.
"Use it to fend off your village and to protect your sister." The Deku Tree said, using its vine to gesture toward the young girl that was still holding Link's hand.
"You, my daughter, are to be called Brittany, and I am afraid that I am out of the magical stones that ward off evil that I have given to all the girls." The tree paused looking her over, "you must be very car-"
"Can I just maybe have a sword, Great Deku Tree," the girl, Brittany, said with a pleading look in her blue eyes. "I will learn how to use it."
Gasps broke out all along the clearing. Brittany had been the first Kokori to address the Great Deku Tree, and, not only that, but she had interrupted him.
The Deku Tree, however, just chuckled. "No, I am afraid that I have no more swords either, so I must ask you, my child, to be careful and to stay close to the village and to your brother. Do not go deep into the forest without someone with you."
"But I-" Brittany began, but Link covered her mouth.
"Please don't say anything else," Link whispered warningly. "He might get agitated and decide that you need to go back into the cocoon."
Brittany looked at her brother and scowled. She opened her mouth to say something, but the Deku Tree cut her off.
"Hear me my children. I will always be here should you need anything. As the firstborn, Mido will be your leader-," the vine gestured toward a boy with bright red hair, "-and you must listen to and respect him. I have already told him what he need know.
"Now listen closely, you all must walk down that trail-" the vine pointed to an opening in the trees, "-follow it and you will find a village. This will be your new home. You will live there, but first you must tame the weeds and wild animals that lurk within and near the village. You must never stray too far from the village, but you may go anywhere in the forest. And, my children, always know that the forest provides your food and the fairies are everywhere. They will help you, if you need help, to find food. The world outside the forest, however, is strictly forbidden. No one is to leave the forest unless they are Chosen.
Chosen? What does he mean by that? But Link didn't have time to ponder this thought any longer, because the Deku Tree was speaking again.
"Please be careful and be safe my children. Now hurry, your new home awaits you!"
And with that, the Kokori turned and followed the trail. They were all silent as the red-haired boy, Mido, led the way. As Link looked at each of the Kokori, he could see different looks on their young faces. Most had a look of fear and apprehension. Mido's face was set in a look of determination. His sister's face held a look of wonder and excitement.
Within a few moments, the Kokori came to an old, neglected village. Everything had indeed grown up and the houses looked shabby. But, all in all, the village wasn't too bad. It just needed some work.
Well, this is home, Link thought as he began to help a black-haired boy pickup a fallen tree trunk.
Author's Note: Ok, there's the second chapter. I know that this one's a little boring too. But I promise that the next chapter is going to have fighting. Link is going to meet Saria and you'll find out how they became such great friends. Please RR! Flames and advice are accepted. I hope you enjoyed the story.
